A boy lay dead in his room.
Giant gashes on his wrist
he blead to death
A sceaming girl sat there holding him crying uncontroabaly
They had to pry her away from the body to get it out of the room
The service was set for that weekend and many people showed up
They said how much he was loved and how much he would be missed
If he would haveheard them maybe he wouldn't have done what he had done
They burried a boy in the ground packing the dirt tightly closeing him from this world forever
They put flowers on his grave, said payers and goodbyes
Soon everyone left, but one girl that stood soley on his grave
"Why did you leave me?" She asks
Of course she got no answer
Tears fell from her eyes as her heart was ripped in two she had now become a hallow shell of a body.
---------TWO WEEKS LATER----------
In times of darkness it's hard to see if things that happen are meant to be.
You try to ask youself why, why do these things make you cry?
Your happiness gone crumpled to dust now you don't know who to trust
like a cloud on a suuny day you just don't know what to say.
They tell you to have hope, not to be so sad because honstly it couldn't be that bad. But how do they know what's going through your head that one day you could be dead? You ask yourself why? Why would they cry if I die? No one cares so why?
But your wrong we do care and it tears us apart to see you dare to end it here and now, and now your gone and what should we do? Because we want you to know we really do miss you.
The girl lay in the forest
They had gone looking for her when she had not returned.
The officer stopped reading and wiped a tear from her eye.
She had taken the paper from the dead girl's hand
"She was so young" the police officer put the paper in her pocket
The officer looked once again at the girl that lay on the ground, she had slits on her wrist
She zipped up the body bag and they carried the dead girl away
The service was once again held for the weekend after.
Many people cryied, even the people who "hatted" the girl
Many had no idea why she would do something like this it just wasn't like her
But there she was.
Cold as ice in a casket
She had her normal clothes on, a clean set
A boy closed the casket and it was lowered into the ground and she to was closed off from this world forever
The service was soon over and everone left except for two guys and a weeping girl.
The girl traced the name on the grave stone
YUMI ISHIYAMA
Aelita began to weep harder
"Say hi to Ulrich for us" Odd said as they placed the last three roses on her grave
A/N: One of my friends died on Monday and the poem was wht i wrote to express my feelings so i thought maybe you would like to read it so tell me what you think. Thanks